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the new covert has it drawbacks - like giant fucking alligators and huge fucking bats that swarm the skies at night - but it also has its positives, like the gorgeous hot springs deep, deep within the caves. they're so big that the Tribe has set up partitions so everyone can use them in relative privacy. you look forward to having a dip tonight, but as you pass by the Foundry, you notice that Armorer seems to be hammering slower than normal? you pause in the doorway to watch her, and you frown - yeah, she's obviously uncomfortable

your eyes wander around the room and you almost cluck indignantly - she's got piles of armor everywhere, it's like the entire Tribe has decided they need repairs now. ugh, she's obviously been working nonstop since this morning, so she will definitely need a break once she's done - and you know she's not stopping until all armor is repaired and her Tribe is properly protected

it's nearly midnight by the time she's done, and it's clear she's in pain. you stayed up to wait for her, and as soon as she tries to go to the showers, you take her by the hand.

"let's hit the springs, yeah?" you ask. her strong hand squeezes around yours and she nods. "That would be most enjoyable," she remarks. As the two of you walk, you notice that her gait is off. Her entire back must be killing her. Fortunately, you have a nice bacta-infused muscle cream in your quarters, so you'll be able to take care of her there.

The air grows damp and hot the further in you go. Finally, at the very end, you find her favorite one. It's nearest to the vents, so it's fairly hot. Inside, the two of you strip down, and have a quick wash before entering the hot water. It stings your calves and feet as you step in, but she doesn't even seem to notice it. Armorer sinks down onto the stone bench and moans.

You slip onto it behind her and pull her close, kissing the back of her neck. She sighs and melts. she just melts your arms. Your hands work along her back and shoulders, carefully massaging each tense muscle you find. Once she's a little looser, you start using more force, a shiver of pleasure shooting through you as her soft moans grow louder. her shoulders are hard and thick with years of hard work at the forge. and she has so few scars, even for someone who has seen as much combat as she has. you lean forward and kiss the back of her neck, brushing a damp curl forward over her shoulder. then you start to bite gently.

"cyare, did you bring me here to take liberties with me?" she asks with a rich laugh, her head falling back onto your shoulder. you find her pulse point and bite down gently.

"i'd never do something so base and inappropriate to our armorer," you whisper into her ear, your fingers working downwards. she hums in delight as you find her clit and start to massage gently.

"i see," she says. "and what precisely are you doing down there, then?"

"massaging," you return easily, your other hand rising to pinch her nipple. she sighs again, and relaxes against you. your fingers work slowly at first, then a little firmer. you squeeze and stroke and rub until her breathing comes faster and faster. her fingertips dig into your thighs as she tenses, and you've had enough experience to know there will be ten little bruises dotting your thighs. it hurts but in the best of ways. your lips fall to her shoulder again and you bite down harder this time, wrenching an actual cry from her.

her hips lift up into your hand as you circle her pearl one last time and she shakes in your arms, her breasts heaving as she gasps and undulates. you hold her throughout her orgasm, kissing and biting gently, marking her with little love bites so she'll be reminded of you each time she undresses. she sags in your arms as you embrace her from behind. the two of you stay in the water until youre both pruny and wrinkly. that night, once the two of you have gone home, you massage her back and shoulders with the cream.